“A writer lives in awe of words for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.”
– Anonymous

Awe of words

Words are an ultimate awe

A constant wonderment.

How the word in one language with an absolute meaning of beauty

In another language is having the clothes of being “bad”?

This sometimes feels to me

Like a flower in its open beauty

Is refrigerated.

With no touch of the Sun

In its face of love.

Yet the flower lives through

Its seed growing even more powerful

Ripening in to full glory

In the readiness of creation of new life

If seeded carefully into fertile ground.

In awe I taste the energy of words

In my tongue

Of my heart.

And like the mantras of ancient yogis

Creates each word a new state of consciousness

In a second or less of time

The state is mastered

With a devotional mantra of wisdom,

Opening the inner flowers to the grace of love.

copyrighted by Ella R.

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